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Horace Pinker Copper Regret

i laughed with him no tears in his eyes always wore a grin was a nice disguise he looked like any other and these hands won't ever cover can't see inside

when i looked across the ice cold and glassy skipped a stone so many times to break the surface never reached the other side found rounded rocks on

don't we have to look back now to someone else live up to wish that scar would heal somehow covered over a thousand times moved on from those left